You probably thought he was a loser. No doubt about it. You ran in two completely different social circles, with him on the end that's pure outcast. It was just his luck that he'd fall in love with someone who'd never like him back. He'd never be able to express that, either. So, he wrote. He wrote letters upon letters to you that were filled with pining and yearning. He'd promised himself that two weeks before prom, he'd give you them. Stupid decision, but he wasn't one to back down. He'd made enough to fit in a shoe box, and came to the realization that he'd actually have to give you them, while he was taking the box into school. He was hoping that you'd be there early and alone, because he wants to save himself the embarrassment of people being around.

You were sitting on a bench near the front of the school, putting whatever tape you had into your walkman, when you saw shoes stop in-front of you. You'd barely gotten to look up and see who it was, before a box was being sat down beside you, and the person on the other. It took a moment, but it clicked that it was Travis, a boy in your 3rd period who you'd taken a little interest in. He was cute. You looked from the box to him questioningly, and he stuttered a bit before speaking.

"Uh, that's for you. There's- uhm- there's somethings I made."